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thisislizheather · 5 years

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January Jewels

Forgive the lateness of this post! Here are the highlights from January.

Still using the Origins GinZing Eye Cream and I think it’s working, so I’ll keep at it. It doesn’t leave those red circles under my eyes (that other eye creams have done to me) when I’m using it either, which is a huge plus.

I can’t remember if I’ve ever mentioned how good this ArtNaturals shampoo & conditioner is for hair growth. I’ve been using it for a few months and it obviously takes a bit to start working, but it definitely does. I’ve also tried their Himalayan salt scrub, which is also pretty great.

Again, I’m not sure I’ve ever mentioned it, but I’ve been in love with this perfect tinted moisturizer from AmorePacific for about a year now. I know that it’s too expensive, but I really try to make it last at least a year to make it worth it.

Nobody told me how good orzo is! I may have told Nathan it’s a kind of rice so that we can continue to eat it regularly?

I watched about three or four episodes of Tidying Up with Marie Kondo since every person on the planet did as well, and I think I’m good and don’t need to watch more. Although I did see this one Buzzfeed post about actually helpful insights from her whole deal.

Did you know that if you have an iPhone, you can literally shake it to undo typing? Layla just taught me that, so great.

I tried the burger at Beebe’s and it was good! Especially if you’re in the mood for something quick & tasty.

Read & loved Busy Philipp’s new book.

Sampled some of the donuts at Dough and… oh man. Too doughy! I know, don’t kill me. And there were barely any poppy seeds on a supposed “lemon poppy seed donut.” Go home!

I’ve been using Kiehl’s Buttermask For Lips for a few weeks and even though it’s pretty decent, I think the Laneige Lip Mask is a slightly better product in terms of how soft it makes your lips in the morning.

Finally ate at Emily in the West Village. Didn’t realize they took over the old Blue Ribbon location, it’s such a beautifully small spot. The food was fantastic, it’s still unclear to me what exactly a Detroit-style pizza is, but it’s lovely and weird and so good. The burger was great too, just definitely not worth $27, that’s insanity for meat on a bun, I’m sorry.

Oh! I tried this awful salmon recipe off of Half Baked Harvest, which usually has amazing recipes. I kind of like that that woman isn’t perfect now.

Had the best hot chocolate of the season so far at Boro Hotel.

My friend Dave Merheje has a stand-up special on Netflix that is crazy good and he’s the best and you have to watch it.

So I’m all caught up on This Is Us and man. It’s a lot. When William told Randall, “Take me to meet your father” and he starts talking to Jack at the tree? I haven’t cried that much at a scene since Tom Hanks lost Wilson. Good christ. I think one of the best parts about this show is that it covers all the years of a life of someone and I feel like no show has tried to do that, it’s so crazy good at times.

Tell me you’ve seen the Futurama episode Jurassic Bark about Fry’s dog. I wept.

I’ve been hearing about Xi’an Famous Foods forever, so I made it over there and ate the spicy lamb cumin noodles, which was huge and really good, definitely enough for two people. It was super spicy and the lamb was incredible.

Finally tried Smith & Cult nail polishes and they last a pretty decent amount of time. In love with the colours Stockholm Syndrome & Doe My Dear.

Also in love with Cara Cara oranges. Find them. Eat them. Love them.

There’s this wicked new pizza place in my neighborhood, Massa’s, which definitely has a hint of what is so good about Patsy’s in the city.

Obviously I watched both Fyre Festival documentaries because none of us are individuals in this age and while the Hulu one was good for showing the terrible-ness of the financial specifics, and the Netflix one was good for showing the bigger picture of what a scumbag he is and the specifics of people who were screwed over - BOTH really were the same fucking movie. Dick guy. Dick advertising company. Dicks all ‘round.

I’ve been watching this 100 Baby Sims Challenge (a new one comes out each week roughly) and they’re so addictive to watch. I don’t even feel the urge to play, it’s weirdly enjoyable just to watch.

Watched the Ted Bundy tapes and after seeing the whole “series” on Netflix, I’m officially on board with the death penalty. I used to be against it more or less, but definitely on board with it now. Another thing? I can’t watch these types of series anymore. Not because they’re too horrific to think about or because they’re such awful crimes (they are, both of those things), but it’s infuriating to watch these pieces that treat these vile human beings with such dignity, who are thoughtfully studied and analyzed while each victim simply has a name, a photo and how she was brutally murdered… and that’s it. It’s demoralizing to everyone who suffered as a result of those crimes and disgusting that these despicable men are treated as celebrities with any kind of rights. It’s sick.

Tried Cadbury’s Royal Dark Chocolate and I swear it doesn’t even taste like dark chocolate, it’s so good. It’s like what all other dark chocolate WISHES it tasted like.

Went to Tavern On The Green in Central Park for the first time! This place will forever remind me of Ghostbusters, it’s amazing that it’s even still around. The service was great, the light inside the place is so bright and lovely, the food was fairly average, but I am glad I went.

Finally ate at The Dutch (somewhere I’ve wanted to try for years) and it was perfect. Look, I have a soft spot for steak tartare and their wagyu one was phenomenal. Even the jalapeño cornbread with whipped butter that comes before the food was amazing. Although bad cornbread is hard to find. The kale Caesar wasn’t anything to write home about, but that’s okay. The service was stellar and the hostess even said, “Goodbye Ms. Heather!” on my way out, which I loved. I will definitely be back here.

I made two new recipes from Chrissy Teigen’s second cookbook: the salted maple granola and the cheesy spicy breakfast hash. Both were crazy good! Some notes: ignore the microwave instruction on the hash. And lessen the granola ingredient amounts unless you want to be eating this granola for a year (it also tastes amazing unbaked).

I returned to Augustine inside The Beekman for Restaurant Week for lunch and even though it was day 1 of having the flu, the food (that I ended up taking home) was delicious. A decent steak tartare and a roast chicken that would put all others to shame.

I was in Starbucks on my laptop recently and since I forgot my headphones, I had to listen to the Hamilton soundtrack that they had on for at least an hour. Aaaaannnndddd I feel like you know where I’m going with this. Hamilton sounds like it fucking suuuuhuuuucks. I promise I’m not just hating for the sake of hating something successful. It actually sucked hard. I can’t imagine sitting through the actual performance, good god the patience you’d have to have.

Read The War of Art upon Nathan’s insistence.

So excited for the Big Mouth Valentine’s special next week.

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sky-full-of-imagines · 7 years

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Romance Languages (Remus Lupin x Reader)

So sorry for not updating as often but midterms are upon me and I’m drowning in study guides and essays.

“Hey there! I love your writing!! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the boys (James, Sirius, Remus, etc) have to take a foreign languages class and they have no idea what's going on, so they get the reader to tutor them. Bonus points if there's mutual pining! Thanks!!” OH MAN THIS IS RIGHT UP MY ALLEY BECAUSE IM A SPANISH MAJOR AND HAVE 6 YEARS OF FRENCH EDUCATION AS WELL SO I AM SO READY THANK YOU FOR THIS. Therefore, I’m going to make the languages that the boys take those two because I’m familiar with them, hope that’s okay because I don’t want to butcher up a language, you know? As for the mutual pining, you didn’t specify which pairing so I hope Remus is okay!

Dumbledore had recently come back from a visit to the American wizarding schools and was inspired to implement language courses in his own school. You were beyond thrilled, ever since you were little your parents had hired language tutors for you; you were fluent in both French and Spanish.

The rest of the school seemed pretty okay with the idea of having another class added to their day, well except for the marauders.

“Can you believe it? As if we don’t have enough work already.” Sirius muttered as he looked at the timetable McGonagall had given him. McGonagall gave him a pointed look as she continues to distribute the timetables.

“Ms. Y/L/N, it seems that there’s a mistake here, they have you down for two languages.”

“There’s no mistake Professor, I talked to Professor Dumbledore to see if it was okay for me to take two.”

She nodded approvingly at your enthusiasm as Sirius rolled his eyes.

“What languages are you taking, Y/N?” Remus asked as he looked at his own paper.

“French and Spanish, mother was very excited for me to study those languages again, it’s been a few years so I hope I’m not too rusty.” You replied.

“What about you guys?” you asked the rest of the boys.

“James and I are taking the language of looove.” Sirius said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows as James snickered. This time around it was you who rolled their eyes.

“Peter and I are taking Spanish. Mum wants to take a family vacation to Spain this upcoming holiday so I figure taking Spanish would benefit me.” Remus answered as Peter nodded.

“Well if you lads need help you know where to find me.” You announced, as you picked up your books heading towards Defense Against the Dark Arts, Remus followed suit and offered to carry your books, you smiled as you handed them to him.

A couple of weeks passed by and it seemed that the students were really enjoying their language classes. You were sitting in the common room when suddenly, Sirius and James barged in, Remus following behind with a pile of books.

“Y/N, WE ARE IN GRAVE DANGER.” Sirius exclaimed.

You quickly stood, thinking that the castle was under attack or something of the sort.

“WHAT IS IT? A SIEGE?” You babbled.

“WE HAVE AN EXAM TOMORROW.” Sirius bawled.

“Sirius Black, are you talking about the French exam?” You asked, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“The one and only.” James confirmed.

“Let me guess, once again you both procrastinated till the very last minute, huh?”

“You see my dear Y/N, usually we wouldn’t be panicking a dumb exam, but this one has an oral part.”

“Stop saying the word oral, please, you’re creeping me out.” You countered.

“If any respectable French person heard our speaking abilities they would avada kedavra us on the spot.” James concluded.

“Very well, I’ll help you two…f you get me some fancy chocolate.” You proposed.

They both nodded furiously.

You told them to gather their supplies and to meet you in the library in ten minutes; they both ran to their dorm to do so. You shook your head, chuckling at their frantic states. You heard Remus clear his throat from behind you, you felt guilty having forgotten that he was there since he had been relatively quiet during Sirius’s moving speech.

“Sorry Remus, here let me help you out with those.” You said as you grabbed half of the pile of books. You noticed they were his Spanish books and a rather heavy looking Spanish dictionary.

“Thank you, Y/N, you didn’t have to.” He said kindly.

“It’s my pleasure. Are you ready for our Spanish exam tomorrow?”

“Kind of, I was wondering if you could help me practice as well but it seems that you’ll have your hands full with James and Sirius.” He answered, looking rather disappointed.

“Nonsense! I would love to help you out. I was going to ask if you wanted to study with me earlier.” You responded as you both made your way to the library.

Much to your surprise, Sirius and James were there already. They must’ve used a shortcut…

You made copies of your own study guide and gave them to them. After five minutes of them looking it over, Sirius finally broke the silence with a loud groan.

“This was so not what I signed up for. Romance language my arse.”

“Sirius, how do I put this gently…” you pondered out loud, Remus was already chuckling knowing exactly what you were going to say.

“French is called a ‘Romance’ language because it derives from Latin. Latin was the language of the Romans.” You explained slowly.

“Some of the other Romance languages are Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, and Romanian.” Remus added as you nodded.

“And you two didn’t think of telling me this before?!” Sirius wailed as you and Remus laughed. After that mishap you were practicing some terms of endearment in Spanish with Remus, trying not to blush as he said them. Since valentine’s day was around the corner your professor thought a Valentine’s day theme exam would liven things up, but in your case it was making you like a tomato in front of Remus.

“Remus, please, I’m begging you, enunciate that ‘nya’ sound because right now the way your saying mi cariño, is sounding like macarena.” You said trying not to laugh.

He nodded, blushing furiously. Sirius and James were sneakily watching the two of you, smirks on their faces. They both knew how you two were heads over heels for one another but were too shy to admit it.

By this point James didn’t know who was blushing more, Sirius was about to have a betting pool going on to see how many times either one of you stuttered and blush.

“Ma chère, aide-moo?”

“Very close, Prongs, but it’s moi, not moo.”

“Y/N, am I allowed to practice with you again?”

You had given Sirius a sort of time out from practicing his speaking skills after he kept sneaking in suggestive phrases in French (butchering them up terribly, but the boy knew what he was doing).

“If you say voulez-vous coucher avec moi again, I will lock you in the dungeons with Snape.” You threatened. Sirius behaved for the rest of his practice session with you.

“Est-ce que tu veut aller á Hogsmeade avec mon ami Remus ce week-end?” Sirius asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Your cheeks turned pink as Sirius gave you a knowing smirk. Looks like Sirius was finally getting the hang of the language. You quickly composed yourself, feeling Remus’ eyes on you, he had been attently listening in on the conversation in case Sirius stepped out of line and thought nothing of the phrase until he heard his name.

“S’il me demande.”

You quickly looked down back at your book after answering but by doing so you missed how Remus scribbled down what you had said and was now flipping through James’s dictionary, a blush overcoming his fair features. With new found vigor he was flicking through the pages of his Spanish dictionary.

“Well Sirius, it looks like our work here is done.” James said smugly. Him and Sirius gathered their belonging and left, shooting Remus a thumbs up. You were correcting Remus’s paragraph and didn’t see their exchange or how flushed Remus became.

“La joven tiene un carro rojo.” You said slowly, enunciating the roll of the letter r in the word carro. Remus was mesmerized by how your lips moved seamlessly as you said the words, and how soft they looked.

After a few tries he finally got the hang of the double r.

“Good job! Your r’s have gotten so much better.” You congratulated him as he chuckled, glad to see you smiling proudly at him. You were both flickering through your notes silently when the clock surprised you both as it chimed 11 times.

“Wow, time really does fly.”

“Yeah, it’s um better if we called it a night.” He said gathering his belongings.

“Do you have any last questions?” you asked, as the two of you made your way towards the Gryffindor common room.

“Just one.” He mumbled. You prompted him to go on and he inhaled deeply.

“¿Y/N, cariño, quisieras acompañarme a Hogsmeade este sabado?” he asked. Your mouth went slack as you marveled at his almost perfect pronunciation. The question finally sunk in as your heart hammered wildly in your chest.

It must’ve only been a minute but to Remus it felt like hours and your silence was killing his slowly.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have listened to Sir-“ you cut him off with a soft kiss.

“Sí.” You whispered as you broke the kiss, a joyous smile on your face.

He looked surprised and confused at the same time by your actions but then a grin broke out on his face.

“Really?” he said as he hugged you tightly, spinning you around.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for ages.”

You both laughed gleefully and kissed once again.

I guess Sirius was right, Romance languages had a little romance in them.

Translation of phrases:

Ma chère, aide-moi: dear, can you help me? voulez-vous coucher avec moi: shout out to Lady Marmalade, would you like to sleep with me. Est-ce que tu veut aller á Hogsmeade avec mon ami Remus ce week-end?: would you like to go to Hogsmeade with my friend Remus this weekend? S’il me demande: if he asks me. La joven tiene un carro rojo: the young lady has a read car. ¿cariño, quisieras acompañarme a Hogsmeade este sábado?: love/dear, would you like to/accompany me/ go to Hogsmeade with me this Saturday? Sí: yes.

#remus lupin x reader #young remus x reader #young remus imagine #young remus lupin x reader #the marauders #marauders era #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter x reader #harry potter

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docholligay · 7 years

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Valentine's prompt: HaruMichi "Well, Mina helped. Do you like it?"

I wasn’t gonna put this on the main blog cause it’s AU of Mystery and Shadow but Jet talked me into it. 1300 words AND WITH THAT I’M DONE FOR TODAY HAPPY 5k WORDS VALENTINE’S

Michiru considered ‘I have a surprise for you’ to be among the most terrifying phrases that Haruka was capable of uttering. Even after all these years, Haruka’s enthusiasm for the love between them had not dimmed, and sometimes her overebulliance dabbled on the side of the extreme, and it was rather a white-knuckle flight through their love.

The girls were getting older now, and in need of less care, and this freed Haruka and Michiru for a few more date nights than there had been. Foolishly, Michiru thought this meant she might assign less importance to Valentine’s Day, but she had discovered just how wrong she was when she saw the grin spread across her face that morning.

“I have a surprise for you tonight.” She’d put heart shaped pancakes out for the girls’ breakfast.

“Oh?” Michiru looked down at the fruit salad, thoughtfully prepared with little heart shaped strawberries. Haruka was a dear, and the years had only made her more of an open marshmallow, her hard chocolate shell broken. “I thought we might go to dinner.”

“We can do that if you really want.” She set Michiru’s tea in front of her, “but first, my surprise.”

Michiru smiled coyly and put her hand on Haruka’s. “So long as I get to select dessert.”

“God, gross,” MA picked at her pancakes, “and Pop, tell me you didn’t cut our lunch into hearts, please.”

“It’s Valentine’s Day!” Haruka wheeled over to the counter and picked up their lunchboxes. “You can’t expect me not to do a little something.”

She gave a long sigh. “Pop, you’re humiliating.”

“MA.” Michiru looked over at the table. “You will treat your Papa with kindness and respect.”

Kimi took her lunch and nodded quietly at Haruka. “Papa, I like the hearts.”

“Thank you, Kimi.” She kissed her on the cheek. “You two need to go pretty soon.”

“I do, as well.” Michiru finished her tea with one last sip and leaned over to give Haruka a kiss. “I promise I shan’t be late. Would you like to make the reservations for this evening, or should I?”

“You can,” Haruka nodded, still grinning as the girls gathered their coats, “I’ve still got my surprise.”

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Michiru could not imagine what Haruka could possibly be so cagey about, that would not stall them for dinner. Just as she felt she knew Haruka’s every move, she could still be surprised. That was one of the things that delighted Michiru most, Haruka’s mix of surety and surprise.

She walked in the door, and the lights were dimmed, LED candles on the stairs leading up. Michiru wondered, for a moment, how she managed that, and also how she managed to get the children out of the house, and momentarily she thought there might, in fact, be a very romantic mass murderer upstairs in bedroom.

These thoughts were quickly brushed aside with the call of a low and familiar voice.

“Michi, come on up!” it rang down the stairs, and Michiru followed its beckon, siren now the called.

She swung open the door, and her bedroom was dark, save of the lights shone on each of her paintings, spread around the room on walls and in easels, each with a little placard beside it. It was a fairly large selection of her most recent work, spanning the last few years, the loose ideas formed of color and of suggestion, letting go of a precision she could no longer manage.

“I titled them.” Haruka looked around the room along with her, already dressed for an evening out. “Probably badly, but, I tried. You can always rename them, we’ve got plenty of time.”

She paused a moment, and then gazed softly at Haruka. “How did you do all this?”

“Well Mina helped. She grumbled about it too, but, she knew,” Haruka shrugged, “Anyway, do you like it?”

Michiru was, as she often was at Haruka’s grand gestures, a touch confused. “You’ve put so much effort into this, Haruka, and it’s displayed so nicely.”

Haruka laughed. “I know, it seems dumb right now, but,” she drew a piece of paper from her inside jacket pocket, “This is your real surprise.”

She recognized the letterpress from her parents’ acquisitions, a well regarded gallery that had not even existed back when she used to show her work. She had seen several shows there, and had always been impressed by the quality of art they selected. Haruka was mostly impressed with the dessert plates they supplied for openings

She opened the envelope, her hand rising to her face as she read.

“I didn’t negotiate the percentage of sales or anything, I don’t know anything about that.” Haruka nervously fiddled with her wheels, “ut I know you haven’t really tried to show anything since we had the kids, and, I thought…”

Since we had the kids. It was so sweet of her to put it that way. Her fingers moved unconsciously to her scar, feeling where the nerves and tendons were ripped through, where the violin and art had been taken from her in one moment.

“They loved your stuff, Michiru.” Haruka rolled toward her and touched her hip. “I mean, they just loved it, they went nuts.”

And she could see all of that on the paper, in the generous offer, in the words about how her work suggested fluidity and movement and the value of perception on behalf of the viewer. How she recalled some of the great primitives. They wanted her to speak at her opening, of course. Her opening. Michiru found herself unable to read the letter any longer, her eyes blurred by tears.

She sat down on the bed, laying the letter in her lap. “How did you..”

“I just went in there and showed them some pictures of your stuff, and then snuck them into your studio when you were gone. Mina helped,” she nodded, “she pretended to be your agent, and just made up a bunch of stuff.”

Michiru sniffled. “So she enjoyed herself, as well.”

“Don’t cry, Michi.” Haruka wheeled over and stroked her cheek, “You don’t have to do it, I just think you’re so talented, and they do too.”

“No,” she shook her head, “It isn’t that. I haven’t sold a painting in fifteen years. I thought…” she looked up at Haruka, seeing the love reflected in her grey eyes. “I thought that part of my life was over. I certainly never expected to headline a show. Though I suppose, it’s quite the sensation, the broken socialite making good, and trying, some sort of inspirational tale.”

“Oh, they don’t know.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

Haruka indicated to the top of the letter where it said Michiru Tenoh. “They don’t know you’re a Kaioh, or you used to sell, or anything. Or about your arm.” She smiled. “They just see how beautiful your stuff is. How beautiful you are. I didn’t think you’d want it out of pity, so I lied. And Mina lied. Mina lied better.”

“Haruka,” she took a deep breath, trying to collect herself. Her sweet, thoughtful, perfect wife looked back at her, waiting. “I am going to cancel our reservations for this evening.”

“But I’m hungry.” Haruka said, with a touch of regret.

“I know. I am taking you to the Olive Garden.”

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